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Let me get my drink, shall I?

My ears are plugged because as you notice in my voice, it's a little more nasly than you.

I have a respiratory

infection. A flur of sorts. A blur flur. I'm adjusting. So I'm recording late. My producers are going to have my head. They're going to have it on a

platter. Okay. Okay, but I couldn't record because I was fevering. I was febrile. I broke a fever last night

in a pile of sweat. Have you ever done that? Woke up in your own filth? My sweatpants were soaked.

Before that, I was writhing in a bodyache, wallowing in self-pity because Robbie's nowhere to be

found in San Francisco, so I had to take care of myself. You guys know what I'm talking about.

So anyways, welcome back to another episode of Long Windert.

The Grammys were last night. So by the time this comes out, it might be old news, but obviously I have some shit to say.

Obviously, I have a lot to say. And you know I'm going to say something about Sabrina.

And it's not going to be good, but I will start out on a positive note, even though I hate to be

positive around here. Don't come here looking for a good time. Come here to be upset.

Come here for unpopular opinions. Come here with a bunch of shit talk. I never claim to be right. I

never claim to be right. In fact, I'm ready to be wrong. You could never. Yes, you could. Yes,

you could. You can do it. I have my perverts on. I have my perverts on because we will be diving

deep into pervert culture. But I am a palatable pervert. because we will be diving deep into pervert culture.

But I am a palatable pervert and we're going to get into the sick, disgusting freaks.

Think of my level of pervert times it by 100.

And that's what we're going to talk about today.

But first, the Grammys.

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